Toil, says the proverb, is the sire of fame.
Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.
Short is the joy that guilty pleasure brings.
When good men die their goodness does not perish.
If your life at night is good, you think you have everything.
The man that isn't jolly after drinking is just a drivelling idiot, to my thinking.